Little mouse, you were so quick, so bright, so sweet, so full of life. And you still are everything you were then. None of it’s lost forever. All that promise, all that hope, that love and goodness—it’s still inside you. No one can take the gifts God gave you. Only you.

Have fun, entertain yourself with your work, make yourself laugh and cry with your own stories, make yourself shiver in suspense along with your characters. If you can do that, then you will most likely find a large audience; but even if a large audience is never found, you'll have a happy life.

We're out of cocktail olives, it's a tragedy of historic proportions, but we're coping because we're Americans.

I never discuss a novel while I'm writing it, for fear that talking about it will diminish my desire to write it.

Sometimes waiting is the hardest thing.

its a rare thing to know one completly to the core and stil love him

The truth was stranger than the official fiction.